Disclaimer: I do not own Legion of Super-Heroes
The sequel to Get Well Soon. Features Lightning Lad, Dawnstar, Kent Shakespeare, Ivy, and maybe some others. Another horror/humor/romance story. In adherence to my New Year's Resolution, I'll post chapters at my own pace. Try to get some other stuff done. Enjoy.
Prologue
The Wind Whispers
The wind blew through the fields. The sun was starting to set. The sky had gone from azure to golden orange.
The fields went out for as far as the eye could go.
The Ol' Ranzz place stood empty and alone. Owner died years ago. It was in bad need of repairs. Weeds. Paint peeling. Rats. Farming equipment rusting.
Place was ancient. Guy still used DVDs.
But the corn. Oh boy, that sure did look good for a summer feast. A wonderful harvest.
Inside the old red barn, a pitchfork sunk into a pile of hay, and tossed it up on the higher level.
The hay and straw stunk so badly. They needed to change it, or throw it out, or do whatever it is you're supposed to do with bad hay.
The worker did the same, again, and stuck the pitchfork in and shoveled up more hay.
It would be getting dark soon. Need to get the work done. Need to finish up. He was strong, I'll give you that.
Sunk the pitchfork in again.
SHUNK.
A different noise this time. It caught onto something.
Bright red and smelling of copper and vinegar. It leaked from the bottom of the hay.
Pretty strong indeed, to pierce human bone and tear through flesh.
A nice, wet sound was heard as skin tore, as the body got tossed up there. It hit the floor with a THUMP. Eyes rolled back in the head, or, if the eyes were still there. Hard to say if that was the first place they went to, or if the vermin got to it. Hard to say how long it was there. Maybe a few minutes, a few weeks, a few months.
Just went right on pitching that hay. Store it for later. Figure out what to do. Can't have blood staining the floor. Place is enough of a mess. No we can't have that.
And somewhere, a crow cawed as the sky turned dark and the moon rose.
CAW!